chop chop

As fond as I am of attempting to braid her hair exactly the same way that Elsa does in the movie (every morning), it was time for a shape up around here. I loved the length (when it was pulled back into neat braids), but those braids stayed neat for approximately twenty minutes, and then she was just a mess of tangled hair in the face for the rest of the day. Then one day she just announced that she wanted to cut it all off – but finding time to get her in somewhere for a cut just wasn’t happening. At the last minute we decided to get it done while visiting family for Easter, and we snagged her a quick appointment for a cut. We took down the braids, and they measured out two pigtails that were long enough to donate. Chop, chop and they were off. 

Now she looks like this, and even though it’s only been two days, it’s hard to imagine a better cut for this kid’s personality.

Tonight, while she was in the tub, she leaned back dramatically into the water and lamented the fact that it was going to be at least fifty-hundred years before she’d ever get to do an Elsa hairstyle again. Then she sat back up, short hair dripping water down her back and said “But luckily it only takes fifty seconds to wash it now.” She thought about that trade off for a few seconds and giggled to herself. “Lucky me!” she laughed, and went back under the water again.

She called her Grandpa tonight, and when he answered the phone he asked who it was on the other line. “Grandpa, it’s me, F, just with a new haircut!” When she got off the phone she laughed and told me that nobody knows who she is anymore, now that her hair looks so different. I think she’s really enjoying this change, settling into a new look, and having something fun to talk about with family. It cracks her up to think she can pull one over on Grandpa, as if he could ever mistake that conversationalist on the other end of the line for anybody else.